Enroute From Bendakaluru

By Priyanka Bhandarkar

Part 2

A.The roads are crowded with vehicles.

and the people are in jeopardy 

like on the crossroads of destiny.

The wind is blowing on my face.

watching the pedestrians I was amazed.

toys,flowers and raw mangoes everywhere.

sellers,middle class or whores about their wares.

B.a packet of chips in my hand,the windows of my car were open.

As I watched these people in silence,

the sweat,the toil and tears and the garbage dump I witnessed 

these being interpersonal and curious elements,

awarding myself a medal for my observations,I smiled.

Or was it  remorse or resentment??

C.The pride of the country is the people.

Of this Third World Nation.

Filled with intellectuals and rants.

The culture,the travelers and the fans included

Feeling the pain and addressing change.

Are these helping hands granted?

denying to come out of their old ways,is it scorn they hold?

D.the perfection understood i was taken unaware,

With the bicycles,the scooters,the rickshaws and trucks down the rear.

And i count the number of buildings with rare satisfaction

There were hotels,homes,shops and public toilets down the road,

And the Service road ends there by magic joining the beginning of the crowd

Seeing the bridge,the flyway and the intersection,I was proud.

PART 1

1)Then again the sun provided an immediate disguise to the copper,aluminum and plastic utensils,

A brown glaze surrounded the hours of dusk and dawn,

The dew required no colors,

I was feeling like a moron.

2)The water flushed down the streets,the people rather living it.

The innocence of these people kept me guessing.

Maybe a probability aspect of them on the road cleaning,washing and squatting.

3)The Men,Women and children withstood the strength of time.

By just gathering the involuntary motion of those vulnerables with their willpower crossing limits they survived.But my car was kept waiting by the side.

4)They returned from elsewhere for their daily chores

The children walked calmly by  holding on to the hands of their mother.

If this was the truth,the triumph but seemed unbearable 

I was feeling cold but was surprised to see the smile on their faces.

I had the option to walk away or stop there itself as my car trudged along.

Suddenly there sounded a horn carrying me back to my place in the BMW.

By Priyanka Bhandarkar